The going rate on seduction must be a dime a dozen
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So don't get your hopes up
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This life's a contradiction,
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a typecast for hypocrisies,
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but you run the miles away on to sell yourself short
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And i am the one who dreams of you
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I dream of you as a concubine
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Taste the salt from your worthless tears
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I felt your heart beat for one last time
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and i let go forever
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And I am the one who dreams of you
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I dream of you
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I still dream of you
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Sirens fade from silence
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this is were the story ends
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In a dream of truth, they'll never find you
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Yellow tape, empty chalklines,
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that's all she wrote
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Head first through a noose,
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I'd shed a tear for you,
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but you're not even here
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I scream your name for one last time
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Can you here me now?
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Can you feel me now?
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But i must move on to find
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reason for years of weakening disaster
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So wait for passion, but tell me,
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do you fear for heartache?
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There's no hope left for solace
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I know, I know so let go
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This blackout begins to define this sorry moment
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So wait for passion, but tell me,
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do you fear for heartache?
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I let go of everything I loved
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From all the bridge drops,
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I leave her crimson tide
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There's no hope left for solace
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I know, I know so i let go
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This blackout begins
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The Blackout
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| Ligeia |
